affectionate

19

FALLON

I was curious but he didn't have to point it out so obviously. I was going to wait to ask all of my questions until this blew over. Lucius clearly knew more than I did but I thought he had had enough of me for one day.

From the table, I watched Lucius shirtlessly prepare what looked like soup and sandwiches. I wasn't sure when or where he got the food, as long as I'd been coming here, both his cabinets and fridge were void of anything eatable. Nothing but tea, sugar and honey lived in his kitchen. Lucius explained that tea was the only thing he could keep down without having to gag. Coffee and alcohol were close contenders but coffee was too bitter for him and alcohol never piqued his interests so tea it was.

I tried not to stare too hard but I was failing and I knew it. His muscles contracted beautifully every time he moved and the sight of it was enough to force my thighs closed, an action I was praying he could not sense or I would never live it down. He looked so domestic, hovering over the stove and countertops, fiddling with the soup spoon and stirring it every few seconds in the pot. Opening the refrigerator door and scanning it for whatever it was that he needed or putting things back to where they belonged. It was funny to think that at one point, this was Lucius's biggest fear. Being so tied to someone that it would drive him to do things like cook and open his home up for them. I felt butterflies in my stomach at the thought and looked down at my hands which were clasped in front of me.

A few minutes later and he was setting tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich down in front of me. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I saw the food in front of me. A cup full of lemonade made its way into my line of vision as well and the entire gesture made my heart swell. I didn't care how bare minimum it was.

"Thank you, you didn't have to—" Lucius waved me off, efficiently cutting off my sentence and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Bare minimum shit, Fallon. Eat and ask your questions." I kissed my teeth in annoyance but a smile tugged at my lips. Bantering like this with him was nostalgic in a way. Things with Lucius hadn't felt normal since December, our relationship definitely wasn't strained but between me trying to keep my distance and him not giving a flying fuck what boundaries I tried to set, we were at each other's throats—literally and figuratively—and sometimes it wasn't funny or silly like what we were doing right now.

"I don't even know where to start. I definitely have questions, but I don't know how to ask them...?" I bit into the grilled cheese and moaned involuntarily at the taste. My hatred for how perfect Lucius seemed to be grew everyday. You cannot be attractive, tall, strong, caring, and good at cooking; that was cheating.

"I guess, I dunno, are you...do you feel any different? After drinking from me?" I felt my cheeks betray me, warmth starting in them and ending at the tips of my ears. Lucius explained all of this to me, yet knowing that it was actually our reality now was scary. We were officially connected through and through. He only craved me now, only wanted my blood. For reasons that I would not be dwelling on, a weird sense of satisfaction bloomed in my chest right underneath where my heart sat. As if he knew this, Lucius smirked and lowered his eyes to the exact spot.

"I feel the same as I felt yesterday. Except now, everything pertaining to "Fallon" is heightened. Your blood smells ten times better, probably tastes ten times better too. Your emotions are much stronger that's for sure. Stop acting like you don't like this, I know you do." My eye twitched and my lips bent into a deep frown.

"I don't like it. It's borderline creepy. I don't like that you can feel mine but I can't feel yours." Lucius raised an eyebrow and leaned forward on the table and I subconsciously leaned back. The no shirt, his heavy scent, his big blue eyes, it was all driving me insane and the ache between my legs was hard to ignore.

"Oh? You don't like it? Whose pride—no satisfaction is this then? You like that your blood is the only blood that I can drink." I shifted in my seat, and looked down at my soup. He was so good at rendering me speechless, I hated it.

"It benefits you too, Fallon. If for some reason, someone decides to put their hands on you again, it won't hurt as bad. Until I mark you, what we did will suffice and the bond will stop being so hard on you." We were back at this marking conversation again. Every time we talked about it a shiver ran down my spine and oddly enough, straight down to between my legs too. I squeezed my thighs tighter together and tried not to think about it, tried to remind myself that it's a painful process. Even though the sex that came with it would most certainly not be painful and that thought alone was almost enough to make me say fuck it.

I looked back up at Lucius whose eyes were dilating, the baby blue rings in his eyes getting thinner and thinner.

"You can blame it on the bond all you want, Fallon, but that—" He gestured at my legs and I knew I had been caught but I didn't care. I don't know if it was because now, we were deeply connected, in the way nature intended and now the urge for us to properly finish was stronger. Or if it was because I really did need him in ways that transcended the bond and made me look needy for wanting him so bad right now. It couldn't have been a worser time, really. But his bare upper body, all built and strong and begging me to run my hands over the newly healed skin. Skin healed by me. It was crumbling my resolve. And I was not strong enough to rebuild it.

"—that makes me want to take you on every fucking surface in this house, Fallon. Starting with this godforsaken table between us." My tongue darted out to wet my drying lips. Lucius's eyes followed the movement while his fingers drummed erratically against the table.

"Then do it," I whispered. Lucius wasted no time in standing up from his seat. He stood up so fast that his chair toppled over behind him, he didn't pay it any mind as he rounded the corner of the table and stood silently in front of me. His hands, god his fucking hands, one gripped my waist and the other gripped my neck, pulling me to stand up in front of him. His thumb gently scratched a spot on my neck and I immediately knew what he wanted.

"If I do it, will you let me?" He murmured, lips already closing in on my jaw and kissing a line up to my ear. I breathed out shakily and held onto the table for support. "Yes, just—"

In the blink of an eye my food was on the floor. Dishes crashed to the ground and broke in loud shatters, soup spattered against the walls while lemonade spilled onto the tiles.

Neither of us cared. Lucius hoisted me up onto the table and stood in between my legs while he devoured my lips with his. His tongue inched its way into my mouth and licked everywhere it could reach. His hands rubbed my thighs and pulled them further apart so he could slot himself snug between them even more than he already was. One hand left my thigh to grip my hair, he gently tugged my head back and attacked my neck in fervor. His fangs were already out and with each kiss a soft nip followed.

We hadn't done anything except kiss and I was already a mess. My mouth was hanging wide open, whines and moans and whimpers alike escaping my throat and bouncing off the walls of Lucius's house. It was going to be a long night.

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kinda short, sorry baes